Mrs. Robinson's Rosemary Chicken...

You know he's moving fast,Be he's still going slow,He's ahead in the race,And there is not far to go,And your load is so heavyAnd your legs want to rest.It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.

You think he's way up in frontBut he's so far behind.He's asleep in the grass,And he's run out of time.While your load was so heavyYou never wanted to stop.It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.